FP Studio Conversations Vol. 01

POSTED: 20 Nov 2017

Evening break sessions at Foreign Policy take on various forms. One of which, and our most recent favourite, includes going a few doors down to Creamier for a cone (or a cup — different strokes for different folks) of ice cream.

One evening, not feeling entirely up for my cone of pistachio ice-cream, I hand my cone over to Min Min for a bite. “Wah.. this flavour is very jelak, and very heaty,” she goes.

“Feeling heaty” appears to be a trope in our conversations, so much so that Iryna (who’s from Canada, and is fortunately not subject to the arguably absurd notion) laments whenever it comes up: “This shit again..?”, “Heaty? Isn’t it always heaty in Singapore?”

Yet, those unfamiliar with the concept will soon learn: feeling “heaty” won’t resolve itself by being in an air-conditioned room; it won’t prevent you from developing a fever, a nosebleed, a sore throat, ulcers, excessive thirst or irritability, but having a glass of starfruit juice will (as Min Min will have you know).

It’s not so much a situation that manifests itself externally, but internally; kind of like a feeling, and often, feelings can be a challenge to describe. If foods generated a vibe or an energy, this would be it. Jackfruit and I have always been civil with one another, but too much of her gives me feelings of irritability. Likewise, too much of Lettuce has me lethargic.

In light of this, our resident health advisor Vanessa has shared some of her tips on the energy of specific foods — warranted by her mother’s age-old knowledge.


Comfortable Silence

POSTED: 22 Sep 2016

Silence, something almost unheard of these days. In a world of immediate communication, updates and repetition of information, we are loaded and saturated with almost too much sights and sounds.

In the rare moments of silences, it almost feels strange and unnatural, the silences when we run out of small talk, the silence when your mobile devices die and you realise that you have no idea what to do, the silence the morning after the party, the silence when you are stuck in the washroom listening to someone else doing their business in the next cubicle.


Of course, there are instances where silence can be appreciated and enjoyed. The starkness of the dawn, the silence that follows the breeze and the crashing of the waves, the silence of watching the sunset or the stars in the night sky, the silence of your own room, the silence of comfort.